Queen - Death on two legs

DEATH ON TWO LEGS

Misguided old mule
With your pig-headed rules
With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools of the first division

Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You never had a heart of your own

Kill joy, bad guy
Big talking, small fry
You're just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me
Can you face me
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye

Feel good, are you satisfied
Do you feel like suicide (I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night
Do you feel good-Feel good!

Talk like a big business tycoon
But your just a hot air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You're just an overgrown school-boy
Let me tan your hide

A dog with disease
Your the king of the sleaze
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know All
Was the fin on your back part of the deal (shark!)

Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You never had a heart of your own
(You never did, right from the start)

Insane, you should be put inside
You're a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good
I feel good




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